Under The Radar - Kayak

We met on neutral ground, but before I knew

Your troops would take my heart in annexation

We called it love but now I’d best compare it to

Some kind of military operation

You came and conquered, but you also made me pay

Good old Red Baron versus Enola Gay Flying

Can’t see you come or go

You’ve got to let me know

Sooner or later

Please report to flight control

Just pick up the phone and call

They said your love was known to quickly disappear

Well, you really lived up to your reputation

But even so, I never thought you’d leave me here

In such a sorry state of devastation

My screen is empty, you’re impossible to track

It’s only green with envy, but all the rest stays black

You’re flying

You’re flying way too low

You’ve got to let me know

Sooner or later

Please report to flight control

All you got to do is call

I’m looking at the runway, waiting for your plane to land

Pushing all buttons, but I know I’ve lost command

You never needed my permission to take off

Sweet reckless pilot of love

Can’t you see come or go (you're really way too low)

You’ve got to let me know

Sooner or later

If you want to save my soul

Just pick up the phone and call